Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.